freedom...

I have felt freedom, if only for a moment. The absence of the symbol changed me, but somehow did not define me. I was naked, alone. But free. Free from all the weight of the load I brought to this place, yet unprotected by the walls I had built around this dirty flesh. I felt miserable. I felt refreshed. The psychological imbalance of the two somehow satisfied my appetite, and enabled my soul to feel again. It was here that the anotomical divorce was brewing. My heart longed for affinity, my soul, for withdrawal. And they were both right. The polarity of the two needed each other. Then the spherical property of the absent symbol reminded me why this separation had never made logical sense before. The selfish desires of each side had long been in war with each other as to who was the positive force, and who was negative. But since the physical attributes of polar opposites attract each other, the Creator must have made them both positive. They can coexist in one form, but will always be pulling in opposite directions, searching for a negative to counterbalance. My heart and soul may both be searching for its freedom from each other, and I have come to realize that it's ok. I have searched my heart, and it is good. I have searched my soul, and it is good. I have felt freedom, if only for a moment...